Текст и перевод песни Origo Boys feat. rolands če - Kalibaks

Kalibaks

Raugos tālumā, bet man priekšā ekrāni
Kad izšķirtspēja neatšķir un zilina ādu sejā caur stikliem
Es eju viens, tu nāc man līdz, kaut ārā uz paradīzi vai kodolu tur centrā
Vai varbūt abus reizē, vai varam iet mēs reizē?

Kalibaks kā dimants nemainās, kā liktens visādas ilūzijas met
Kalibaks tas aiztraucas tev garām ja
Elpot piemirstas, tas ir īsts vai tikai iedomas
Jā kalibaks tas tik īsts kā fakts, bet fuck, kas tas tāds kalibaks, kalni max
Kur beidzas domas un sākas iedomas uz max
Pat tad ja visas acis atvērts uz plukstām pēdām atvērušās rētas

Gaiss ir tīrs, es pa gabalu eju, melna bilde rāda man ceļu
Pats nelabais atkal man parādā deju
Tikai vienīgi dzīres manā palātā ay, seja bālāka par ārsta halātu ay
Kabatas sausas, lamatu daudz, prātā man trauksme
Mazā nevaru atļauties labāku sevi, ceļi no zīda, želeja par brīvu
Drēbes man tīras, jo bēres man rīt
Tu nevari atļauties tērēt manu speedu
Neredzu griestus, neredzu grīdu
Es lidoju gaisā paskaties tur augšā, space Origonda, tu redzēji dievu

Raugos tālumā, bet man priekšā ekrāni
Kad izšķirtspēja neatšķir un zilina ādu sejā caur stikliem
Es eju viens, tu nāc man līdz, kaut ārā uz paradīzi vai kodolu tur centrā
Vai varbūt abus reizē, vai varam iet mēs reizē?

Kalibaks

I gaze into the distance, but screens are in front of me
When the resolution can't tell the difference and turns my skin blue through the glass
I walk alone, you come with me, whether to paradise outside or the core there in the center
Or maybe both at once, can we go together?

Kalibaks, like a diamond, never changes, like fate, all kinds of illusions are thrown
Kalibaks rushes past you if
Breathing is forgotten, is it real or just a figment of the imagination
Yes, kalibaks is as real as fact, but fuck, what is kalibaks, mountains max
Where thoughts end and fantasies begin to the max
Even when every eye opens on palms and feet, open scars

The air is clean, I walk from a distance, a black image shows me the way
The devil himself again owes me a dance
Only feasts in my ward ay, face paler than a doctor's gown ay
Pockets dry, many traps, anxiety on my mind
I can't afford a better self, silk roads, free jelly
My clothes are clean because my funeral is tomorrow
You can't afford to waste my speed
I can't see the cuts, I can't see the floor
I'm flying in the air, look up there, space Origonda, you saw God

I gaze into the distance, but screens are in front of me
When the resolution can't tell the difference and turns my skin blue through the glass
I walk alone, you come with me, whether to paradise outside or the core there in the center
Or maybe both at once, can we go together?